An Opinion on Yna's "Reality"

Even if we try to dodge what hurts, and what is real, at the end of the day, we still come to a realization that we can never get ourselves to the end of the tunnel without facing what we fear. And escaping the truth isn't really escaping. Because it is and will always be a part of what is true. So its a vicious cycle: escaping and finding yourself trapped once again.

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Escape worlds will never be free of drama

This Thing I Call Passion

Although there’s a great chance this whole physical and mental stress on my shoulders will get me tied up to a hospital bed two or three months from now, I still think entering the culinary world is one hell of a move as far as my career is concerned. And although I nearly call myself a robot for working like one, am pretty certain the clockwork will help me get there.

It’s huge a vision, I know. But seeing the exact opposite will only make me miss the whole point of this career makeover. So yes, I guess I’d continue doing myself a massive favor of keeping a positive attitude towards this thing I call, passion.

Security, Insecurity

I love making plans. Sophisticated ones…

Five, seven years from now, I’d be in Italy or France, in some five-star hotel, watching my people move around the kitchen. Five, seven years from now, I’d stroll down the sidewalks of Paris, in my cream DVF dress, Chanel flats, Prada shades and a Gucci handbag. I’d shop, head home and cook dinner for two. Five, seven years from now, I would be in my late 20’s, still single, living my life.

That was all me and my career in the picture (and yes, my best customer). It sounded so easy. Of course it is. If there’s one thing in this world that I can take control of, it would definitely be my actions and nothing else. Kick ass and get there. That’s the plan five, seven years from now.

I love making plans. But it scares me sometimes because it’s not just the career that would make up my future. There’s marriage, and raising kids, and dealing with things that get in the way of my crystal clear blueprint. Blueprints guarantee nothing.

Nothing.

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It scares me… even if you say you’d hold my hand on our way there or, you got my back or what have you.

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And FIVE kids? Puhlease! Lol

I Am Just Tired. That's all.

Tonight I was laying stomach flat on my bedroom floor trying to think of anything but stress. It was hard. There’s nothing I could think of. I had a blank mind with a blank facial expression. Am damn tired!

It has been one hell of a month for me. I knew school would be stressful. Fourteen months and I get a diploma. It is relatively shorter compared to other diploma courses hence the fast-paced, exhausting life I have to endure for the next 12 months or so.

Kitchen weeks will forever be like this: every member of our class moves around the kitchen from 6:30 am to lunch time. We don’t sit unless it’s our turn to eat, which happens after we have finished serving our guests with their full-course meal. During lecture weeks, patience and persistence would be tested through writing 100-500 times (depends on what the Chef instructors would require you) the right answers to the questions you failed to answer correctly. If you don’t want your hands getting all stiff the next morning because of arthritis, then probably you would want to memorize the entire handouts and manuals from cover to cover. Recipe quiz comes every other Friday. This week, we had learned roughly 25 recipes that I need to M-E-M-O-R-I-Z-E.

I don’t want to sound as if I were whining or something because I don’t know, I really am not complaining. I am tired that’s all. And this is probably what I need to be able to get there. This is just like an opportunity with a huge challenge that goes with it. The Man up there must really love me.

*whispers thank You*

Now, I will look for my matchbox, light a scented candle and relax because tomorrow, I shall cook for my family.

Lunch for 79 People

Today, we prepared lunch for 79 hungry people. Despite the relatively small count, the kitchen was chaotic from start to finish and the feeling was ecstatic! It was like working in a real restaurant. I'd like to share the dishes we made today. Feel free to eat with your eyes and imagination.

Minestrone Soup with Pesto


Breaded Snapper Fillet with Tartar Sauce over Warm Potato Salad in Bacon Mustard Sauce

From the pastry kitchen are:




Chomp. Chomp.